#slutty like that unfortunately i just want them for myself LMAO
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Dream anon again! I was curious if you had any questions you associate with your favorite bllk boys btw?? "Honey" by Johnny Stimson makes me deeply think of Bachira in love while the One Punch Man theme song is what I would play personally for Kunigami's intro to a game as his hero theme lmao. Ty for reading!
hi dream anon !! 🥺 (omg so sorry that i took ages with this i was a little swamped with Life™ but i hope you’re doing swell<3)
i’m gonna assume you meant songs ! :) hhmmmm that’s interesting actually, because when i write i just pull up my go to instrumental playlist ‘cause lyrics.... distract me LOL (i try to blame it on the Bilingual Brain but…. 🥹🥹 yeah no i’m not even convincing me with that one) however !!
there have been a few songs (when i was just casually listening) that very insistently made certain bllk boys wiggle in my mind 🤔 ‘the catcher in the rye’ by elephanz to me is just– sae right after he realized he’s stupidly in love with you, but you’ve slipped out of his grasp a long, long time ago now – and he’s terrified he’ll never win you back. terrified to know the thought alone of you not being a part of his life shatters something permanent inside him. (but eventually, after long, thorough, heartbreaking groveling and trail and error, he’ll win you back. and the sweeping joy of it all is worth it in the end<3) nskzjebdbdjdks forgive me that is so specific HELPP. i actually have an embarrassing amount of songs i associate with sae but we’re not gonna talk about that bc i’m not supposed to be in love with him 😤
i think i mentioned this before on here but ‘clown’ by njomza is just absolute peak making kaiser crawl on his knees for you pathetically LOL as he deserves. also – and this is so funny to me to this day – right after the nagireo break up happened in the manga i was just like imagining reo gaslight gatekeep girlbossing through it and blasting ‘mean!’ by madeline the person on full volume like yeah girl you deserve better than him sksjsbbddnjsnsn pls okay shut up river
#—ping! new message from (anon)#that’s enough exposing myself for today i think LOL#(zari no i am not in love with sae ur eyes are just decieving you)#might queue up those songs u mentioned tho👀#i hope this is what you mean dream anon waaaahhh again so sorry for the late ass reply. i know these are also kind self insert-ish but i’m#slutty like that unfortunately i just want them for myself LMAO#also…… shakira’s new song is. churning ideas in me y’all 😳😳 divorcing ur big shot soccer player husband bc he doesn’t treat you right only-#-for him to realize it was the worst mistake of his fucking like mmmmmm yes delicious#okay i am actually shutting up now alsjsbbddndk my bad#blue lock x reader#sae >:(#bastard kaiser </3#loverboy reo <3
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good fuckin morninggggg
so, bad news, i doooo unfortunately have to go work later, BUT, i'm awake now with some breakfast and i'm going to work on the brothersbestfriend fic and answer a few requests!
feeling very excited about the future of this blog. even though i'm only writing ab one character, i can't believe the little community we've created here <3 as i said in my pinned post, i do plan on expanding and becoming multifandom, it's just that the main fandoms i was in as a teen have become damn near obsolete and while i read marauders, anime, and strangers things stuff, i don't feel confident enough to write for them bc i dont know much about the lore/characters <3 hoping to find other avenues to expand into though! i've just been loving to write about mike, he makes me feel so gidddddyyyyyy. i am giggling and kicking my feet thinking about him 🫥
also also, i wanted to introduce myself to you guys a bit more in depth since we're getting new people in. i'm faire, i'm 22, and i'm really just an all-around creative. i've always loved art and creative expression in any form! i went to a performing arts high school for theatre and pursued a creative writing degree in college (dropped out in my literal last semester bc i am solely responsible for myself and my mental health got too bad lmao.) i counted my masterlist the other day and i think i've written like 23-25 things on here which is crazy to me, but makes sense because i used to have to write five pages stories every other day lmao
some of my other likes include video games like the sims and overwatch, reading, music (i sing and write, and i love alllll genres), graphic design, and being outside! i also love food and travel (japan is one of my all-time desired trips!)
i dislike rude people, lack of communication and spatial awareness lmao, yellow mustard, beans, and capitalism. just trying to make it in this world one day at a time <3
i'm curious as to where everyone else is from though! i'm from the east coast of america, born and raised! ready to escape tbh lol just interested to see where you're all reading from
okie, i'm going to start writing now, see you all soon with some slutty/fluffy mike thoughts <3
basil goobins also says hi 🌱
#fnaf#mike schmidt#fnaf movie#fnaf fic#faire has works in progress!#faire says#good morning (: <3#today's going to be a good day!#faire's life#faire's cat: basil <3
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oh sam clafin is so so pretty in djats. tbh i wasn't the biggest fan of the book & the show is a tad too corny/tropey for me so far, but still an entertaining easy watch with pretty people & fun music. it is very funny seeing them try to pass off sam claflin as like a 21 year old though lmao very how do you do fellow kids. i also have so many Thoughts i will keep to myself about him as an actor and about him repeatedly being miscast as a romantic/slutty/funny lead when he should be a dramatic villain evil character actor, which leads to him way overacting in a show like djats, but overall it's still fun to see him on screen if only for my finnick nostalgia. please do share your thoughts if you end up watching!
an entertaining easy watch with pretty people and fun music sounds good to me! right now i'm looking for things to watch that i won't want to write fic about. my "ooh i wanna write this" list is getting unmanageably long. my next major self writing lesson is going to be mastering the <10k story while still hitting all the emotional beats i'm interested in.
hard agree, sam claflin is definitely a character actor who is often miscast, but while i think he does evil villains really well, i think he's best at morally complex characters with a lot of layers. i know thg is probably his most commercial role but his portrayal of finnick is just startlingly good (and also "the hunger games movies are great, actually" is a hill on which i will perish). he was also phenomenal as hawkins in the nightingale where, to your point, he's absolutely the evil villain, but even though he has no redeeming qualities whatsoever, somehow his performance doesn't completely eject the viewer. (well, it definitely ejected some viewers during the awards circuit. the beginning of that film is one of the most brutal first acts of any movie i've ever seen.) my ideal role for him is one where he plays a villain whose character arc is redemption and self-actualization. but unfortunately that character trope is all but dead in american media.
i do feel bad for character actors who are hot. i remember a few years ago when sam rockwell won an award for three billboards outside ebbing missouri, he said something like [sic] "this is the worst thing that can happen to a character actor." so actors like cillian murphy and ben whishaw were serially miscast early in their careers.
(my go to example of the hypocrisy of acting awards is the florida project. willem dafoe got all this acclaim for his performance as a hotel maintenance guy, when the main characters seriously seemed like they were plucked up from a floridian walmart and filmed for a reality show. i mean, those performances were so seamlessly real that nobody even remembers them. fish tank is another example. i've seen that movie half a dozen times, and it's remembered for michael fassbender as the hot fucky step dad character, but katie jarvis as mia is just such an emotionally agonizing and vulnerable performance which deserved far more praise than it got.)
anyway! having watched nearly all of sam claflin's filmography, i do hope he never has to do another me before you or love, rosie again.
looking forward to watching daisy jones and the six once the season is out in full!
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why do u keep writing if u hve no passion then? not trying to be hostile btw sorry if it comes across tht way. im just curious bc an alarming amount of writers reblogged tht post so im just wondering why u keep doing smth tht makes u feel miserable? esp when ur not getting paid for it. u post all ur writing on here for free but if it doesn’t make u happy why continue? /gen
I mean, it's a valid question. I get you. There's a few reasons, and I guess you can judge for yourself whether or not they're valid. (Sorry it's long, I'm a little torqued right now and I'm just word vomiting personal shit no one cares about lmao)
Firstly, I do technically get paid sometimes. I do take commissions and I once again would like to apologize to all my commissioners for shit taking so long. Been a long year already and last year was just as bad. I swear I'm on it lmao.
Now that that's outta the way:
Truthfully, I'm a lonely person. I'm lonely by choice. I don't get close to people, I dislike being touched immensely, and I dodge and weave relationships like a professional despite having people that I get along with and are interested. I distance myself on purpose so don't get me wrong, it's my own decision, but unfortunately, I'm human which means that's not exactly healthy to isolate socially the way I do. The closest I get to intimacy-- physical and mental-- are these stories. It's a weird form of happiness I don't expect to ever have irl.
I kinda live vicariously through them without all the anxiety of not having control over the other person. I know exactly what Tomura/Astarion/Strade/Vulpes/etc are thinking and feeling at any time because I control them. If I say they love me, by the Gods, they do lmao. I can write out whatever scenario would soothe me, and bam, now it's there and I post it so other people can enjoy or relate if they want.
Sounds pathetic but ayyye, that's me.
My writing developed from my maladaptive daydreaming when I was younger. I've always lived in my head and go through life watching my own actions through a secondary screen, kinda like I'm watching someone else live it. Never been invested in it. I've been writing since I was literally old enough to reach the computer. It's just a part of me at this point. I drift away from it but always end up right back here, fingers on my keyboard with googledocs open staring at a blank slate cause I got shit I gotta work out and it's how I find happiness and peace in a world where I otherwise don't have those things.
When I say I write for me, I mean it. I write things that I would want and that I like to think about. Putting words on the page is somehow soothing, and it feels like I've actually done something productive for once in my sad little life. Most of what I do consists of video games and reading and other 'second lives', so I'm not exactly out here grinding and hustling and accomplishing goals and developing myself (I actually fucking despise that mindset but to each their own.)
I've stopped taking this blog as seriously as I did a few years ago. I treated it like a job back then, and it just wasn't good. Now I write when I feel like it and what I feel like and if other people dig it, dope. If not, well, move along. (Part of why requests and commissions take so long because I refuse to force myself to write them and have them come out half assed when I'm not feeling it.) It's all under my control, and if writing makes me unhappy, I can simply walk away and come back when I want to.
I guess to say writing makes me miserable is hyperbolic and dramatic. It doesn't. I enjoy it or I wouldn't do it. But I will say I can't relate to anything I write at all. I don't share those parts of myself with people. So when I write/read these slutty smut scenes, I do it with a straight face and no arousal at all because I guess I just don't quite click with it irl. I can read or write the filthiest shit and there's just a disconnect there. I can't honestly say I've ever felt genuine passion for anyone or anything at all so even if I wanted to, I don't get excited or anything because my head just doesn't know what to do with it. The closest I get to it are these fictional characters. It's pure fantasy, and a fantasy I can never ever have. It's miserable for a different reason-- cause even if I wanted something like this or to have someone want me like that, I'm my own worst enemy. I won't allow it.
(Also clearly my idea of what I find hot is extremely dangerous and any man or woman or enby that would go along with my insanity is a red flag unless SERIOUSLY and EXTENSIVELY talked through and consented to and I just can’t be assed to do it. That’s a lot of mental intimacy and I ain’t about that life at all. I’ll take a rapey OC daydream over all the work of actually getting this shit into place irl. All the benefits and none of the drawbacks, you feel me?)
Writing is a safe space for me to explore the places in myself I'm uncomfortable with and refuse to share. I can have my characters do the most disgusting and deplorable shit and wholly control how they feel and what happens. I'm a control freak. It's an outlet for me, and one I have total hold over. No variables. No eventual and inevitable abandonment. No questioning.
Don't get me wrong, I could give a fuck less if people know about them and are aware of what I'm thinking or what I want. I'm not secretive about my work. I just don't indulge in it in real life because I've never once trusted someone enough to ever do anything or act on it. The stories are a weird catharsis and how I bridge the gaps in my head that my heart craves but my mind denies.
It's bittersweet I guess is what I'm getting at. I do love writing and creating things and seeing as my shitty writing is the closest thing I have to any semblance of talent, that's what I do. It sucks in some ways because it's a constant teaser of what I want but can't have, but I suppose if it made me miserable, I wouldn't do it.
I'm sure all authors have their reasons for reblogging it (lack of engagement and loss of enthusiasm, habit, humor, etc) but there's a less-than-short version of mine.
#Morgana and friends#Morgana whining#Morgana-core#and every other tag required for my personal whining#Sorry for the word vomit I'm on ADHD medicine and wooo baby#I am feeling writing and word vomiting and I'd tell a stranger my darkest secret if they asked#(It's that my greatest desire is to literally fuck a dragon.)
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Halloween Frenzy
This piece is a bit old but just wanted to post it. It’s also 1st person this time so that a bit different. Let me know what you think, feedback is always appreciated.
Warning: badly written smut, d-bag gray, and an overall shitty halloween party but what can you do?
Enjoy. (also the title is horrible but I just didn’t know what else to call it.
I was at a Halloween party with my friend (Y/F/N), a Halloween party that surely made bingo night seem fun. She was a cat and I was Minnie Mouse.
Her costume was slutty, though mine had a bit more decency. I opted on doing my hair but decided against it and just wore a red bob wig instead, while (Y/F/N) wore some extensions to her already long auburn hair.
“I heard Grayson is around here somewhere.” (Y/F/N) told me. Grayson Dolan was a dirty, rotten, player. Hot, but a playing jerk. Sure, he may seem so innocent that the teachers and adults seem to fall for, me? It didn’t get very far. To me he was nothing but a good looking bad boy looking for trouble.
“Great…” I trailed of rolling my eyes. Unfortunately, I was like any girl here who had a crush on the schools rebel, I just didn’t show it, or give into his satisfaction like all these brainless zombies seemed to be doing. Hating to admit like the other girls, I was drooling as I watched him play soccer. He wasn’t exactly the tallest person on the team, but having him sweat and take off his shirt at the end made up for so much.
Just as she had said that, I heard someone’s loud, obnoxious laugh. I looked to my right to see a boy wearing a white tank top, and baggy jeans with chains. With his back turned towards me, I gave him the nastiest glare I could muster. I had found Grayson.
“Easy there, girl. He won’t like you if you’re glaring,” she teased, nudging me slightly.
“Ugh! Shut up…” I hissed. As if he could feel my stare, he slowly turned around till he too was looking straight at me. After studying me a few minutes he slowly smirked. Red cup in his hand and feeling so cocky, he walked over to me, (Y/F/N) running out of sight. ‘Gee, thanks (Y/F/N)!’
“Well, well. If it isn’t Minnie Mouse. What’s a matter? Couldn’t find a Mickey?” he chuckled at his own joke (boo, sorry for that lame joke xD)
“Last time I checked, this was a Halloween party, not a douchebag contest.” I said grimly.
“And last time I checked, this wasn’t a WHORE house” he retorted. I rolled my eyes and scoffed at him. It wasn’t like the other girls here weren’t dressed the same anyway. In fact, probably more revealing than I was.
“What are you supposed to be anyway?” I asked, even though I didn’t want to.
“I’m not in costume, but people think I’m a gangster. Either way I don’t care, this is a lame party anyway.” He shrugged, shoving his hands in pants pockets.
“I see, well you could’ve fooled me,” I muttered mostly to myself. He was hot, but this outfit just made him look like an asshole, well more than he already was.
“Alright ladies and gentlemen. Time for a special performance by the ‘Cupcakes.’” Mark announced.
“Now if you don’t mind, I have to dance now,” I sassed. (Just think of any song lmao)
We head out to the make-shift stage out in the backyard. Walking up the stage we got into position. I caught eyes with Grayson briefly, throwing him a sly smirk. Let’s see you now hot shot.
Showing our stuff this way and that, we were getting a rise out of the audience. With all the eyes that were on us, I could feel Grayson giving the most intense stare of all. Studying me, watching my every move.
With the final moves of our dance, the crowd started going crazy with cheers and hollers. I saw Grayson give a cocky grin, though he was clapping. Seeming genuinely impressed with our special presentation. Something to at least give life to this dull party.
As everyone was back inside once again, drinking, making out, and doing god knows what. I went to grab a drink to calm my nerves.
“Hey, you did well out there,” came from behind me. Turning quickly around, I only found (Y/F/N), secretly I wished it was Grayson.
“T-thanks, so did you.” I took a sip of the cheap, stale beer. Certainly not the best, but better than anything.
“Don’t worry, (Y/N), I’m sure by now he thinks you’re hot, he won’t be able to resist you.” I just gave a closed mouth smile. With a comforting pat on the shoulder, she stalked off to go get drunk or something. I snorted at what she said. It wasn’t likely to happen but. She did put an image in my head.
Not long after, everything started to get fuzzy. I hadn’t seen Grayson since we did the routine. ‘He’s probably bangin’ some chick right now’ I thought to myself. At the thought, I felt myself moisten. Thoughts swam through my mind wondering how he was in bed. Exactly how many of the student body had he slept with? As I exited the bathroom, I froze when I saw who was just on the other side of the door.
“Finally, I found you,” he smirked. He had taken off the biker hat, his messy, charcoal black hair in show. “Yeah right.” I muttered to myself. He walked closer to me as if he heard me.
“I’m serious.” He whispered lowly in my ear. God! I just wanted to dig my hands in his hair and make an even more mess of it. I gulped hard. Pushing a way slightly, I tried to play it as he did. But I was crumbling, like a pie.
“Why, couldn’t find a lay?” this time I smirked. He narrowed his eyes at me menacingly.
“Come with me,” He demanded me. He grabbed my arm and roughly dragged me somewhere. It all happened so fast. He pulled me until we were in a room. Probably Mark’s guest room, and slammed the door shut behind him. Pinning me against the door, he held my writs above my head. Oh my God? Was this happening?!
Nose almost touching mine, I stared into his cold, dark eyes that held anger, frustration, and lust?
“You know what you’re doing, don’t you?” he seethed in my face. I was genuinely confused. What was he talking about? His eyes that were usually a warm brown colour was only a thin ring as his dilated pupil was full blown.
“What are you talking about?” I stared at him, a confused look graced my features.
“Don’t play dumb with me! You act like a slut tonight, the dance for example. I know you like me! I’m not fucking stupid. You wanted to get a rise at me, we’ll you will fucking get it now!” he exclaimed with such a dark aura. He pushed me into the door, it was actually starting to hurt.
“Flaunting yourself around in that costume, dancing in front of all those people. You wanna be a slut fine, then I’ll treat you like one!” he pulled me off the door and pushed me on the bed, wig falling as he did so. Oh my god! This was happening!
He crawled on top of me, wrists held by his hands again. He was acting like a maniac, but looked beyond gorgeous as the moon shone light on his face.
“Go ahead, Make your move,” my blood was boiling. I was angry yet so turned on. He just knew how to work his magic.
“Watching me at those soccer games. You think I don’t notice you stare at me? Huh? I know you like me, just like all those other girls. You are the worst one of all, pretending to act all innocent. You are a slut, don’t you ever forget it!” he roared, pressing me further into the mattress. I whimpered in pain from the tight grip. God, it was so hot in here.
“Don’t worry, babe. You’ll soon be screaming my name. In pleasure.” he whispered lowly in my ear. How could a guy with a cute face have a sexy, yet aggressive side to him? I was enjoying every moment of this. He gripped me by the neck, carefully not to cut me out of breath and forced me to look at him. My now free hands landed in his hair, pulling at the roots. I lowered his head till I could feel his breath against my lips.
“Oh yes, I’m a big slut,” I cooed teasingly. He ran his thumb along my lower lip before he placed his lips upon mine. Kissing me twice before he licked into my mouth. I opened my mouth for him as he entered. He kissed me with raw desire, biting at my lips and tugging them, running his tongue against my teeth. I swear I could taste a little blood. After our little make-out session and leaving nothing untouched, he pulled me up and went for the zipper of my Minnie Mouse costume.
He licked a strip up my neck, teasing before he went to a spot on my neck that drove me completely mad. I was at his beck and call, and I enjoyed every second of it.
“Ahhh!” I gasped. I could feel him smirk against my skin. I knew he burst my capillaries, thus know sporting a hickey. He licked over his creation a couple of times before he pulled down the shoulder part of my dress. Grayson kissed my shoulder a couple of times before moving down towards my collarbones, again leaving marks.
I gently pushed him off me before I climbed onto his lap. I kissed from his jaw down to his neck, the same way he did to me.
“You know, you looked so hot tonight. I couldn’t control myself. I would have gone mad.” He whispered lowly. He let out a delicious groan that only infused my hunger. Seeing guys in pleasure was surely a sight to see. Letting go of his flesh I tugged on the hem of his tank top, signaling I wanted the offending material off. He chuckled as he pulled it over his head and somewhere in the room.
“Ha, couldn’t wait could you?”’ he teased. It was only fair if I took of my costume, throwing it somewhere in the room along with his tank top. Thank god I picked the good set of undergarments tonight. “Shut up.” I playfully nudged him.
He now laid on his back as I placed kisses down his chest all the way to his abdomen. His breath increasing, the heat was too much. He gripped the sheets as I got to the hem of his pants. Placing butterfly kisses here and there. Seeing him at his mercy was a pretty hot sight to see.
“(Y/N), please do something. Don’t tease me.” He whimpered, gripping the sheets again.
“Aww, where’s the fun in that, huh?” I cooed. I teased, but I couldn’t wait either. The anticipation was killing me. Popping open the button of the pants, slowly moving along to the zipper and pulling it down at a painfully slow pace. I tugged down at his pants till it was at his knees, with his help of course. He was wearing black boxer shorts, but I could still see his outline.
The little trails of hair he had that led to the ‘promise land’ were fine, like baby hair just starting to grow. I took the band of the boxers and slowly began pulling down. His member slapped out hitting his belly button and a little past. He wasn’t huge, but he sure was thick. Twitching at my touch, he bucked in my hand. I wrapped my hand in a small fist and began to pump.
“Gahhh! Shit… Oh my God…” he released a loud moan. Eyes shut tight, eyebrows furrowed, biting his lip and writhing in pleasure. Pre-cum started to ooze out of his slit, I took my thumb and rubbed it all over the head of his member, jerking at the sensitive touch. I was about to take him in my mouth when he stopped me.
“Wait! Come here and turn around, you’re back to me,” he instructed. I pouted but did as he told. I took off my bra as I felt him tugging my thong down. Lifting myself to aid him in the process, it was finally off. God he looked so sexy. His cheeks flushed, his messy hair. I would have loved to take a picture of this moment, but that would have been weird. He pulled me by the hips till I was backed up to him, until we were both in line.
“Whenever you’re ready, baby.” I lowered my face, lightly licking from base to tip, the same time he licked up my wet opening. Twirling my tongue around the head of his member urged a groan to escape once again.
“Oh Lord! Don’t stop…” he practically begged. I didn’t. We both worked at the same pace, if I was slow then he was slow, if I sped up then so did he, we met the perfect rhythm. Not too fast not to slow. That was how Grayson worked, regardless anything.
“Ohhh!” I moaned around his twitching length that was in my mouth. He had hit a spot deep inside me as he fucked me with his tongue. Spots were soon seen in my line of vision. We were both close.
“On three, baby. One…Two…Three!” we moaned each other’s name as we wen spiraling into climax. Pleasure filled my veins as we gasped for air. I pulled off his dick and turned around to face him. He smiled a bright smile at me which I mirrored. ‘God, he was so cute!’ I thought. He pulled me up over to him and kissed me thoroughly, taking my breath away. His lips were so soft, it was like kissing a cloud.
“Don’t think we’re done just yet, I still need to fuck you, you’re still a little slut who hasn’t learned,” He gave a hard slap to my ass that made me yelp in surprise.
“On all fours! Ass up…NOW!” he barked, in his smooth, velvety voice. I got into position like he told me to, I could feel myself getting wet with want.
“Now, are you gonna be a good girl and listen? Or do I have to teach you to behave, Hmm?” I was all over the place at this point. He gave me another slap, this time I was more used to it.
“I’ll be good I promise. Just fuck me!” I exclaimed impatiently. He rubbed the head of his member against my slick opening, I couldn’t help but grind against him.
“Bad! Don’t move, or I will slap you even harder,” he growled, from somewhere deep within his chest. I wanted to object but I obeyed. It was probably better that way. He placed it back against my heat, but I didn’t grind this time.
“Beg! I want you to beg. Beg me to fuck you, c’mon. I’m waiting…” Man, he sure knew how to push someone over the edge.
“Please, Grayson, fuck me. Fuck me like the slut I am, I need to learn to behave!” I wailed in agony.
“No! Not Grayson, you will refer to me as ‘Master’ now. So tell me.” He smacked me once again.
“Master! Please, I need you to fuck me. I need to behave, just do something!” I cried out. I probably looked so pathetic right now compared to other’s girls. But wouldn’t you do the same if you really wanted someone. With that, he thrusted himself inside me.
“AHHHHHH!!!” I screamed. He was buried in there good. He gripped my hips steadily, moving in and out feeling everything inside.
“Faster GR-MASTER! OHHHH!” He obliged and started going faster. Each thrust sent me closer to release, sweet relief. He roughly pulled my matted hair in a ponytail, adding more to this sweet pain/pleasure.
“How’s it feel? Do you feel good, baby?” he asked, smacking me once again. There was going to be an imprint of his hand if he kept that up.
“Yes, so good, master. I’m getting close,” I wailed loudly, the sounds of the party was loud enough to mask my moans so I could be as loud as I wanted. He jackhammered into me, touching all the right spots. I would’ve cum in no time, but sadly, he stopped.
“Ride me!” he spat. He sat up straight as I climbed into his lap once again. Holding himself as I sank down on him. ‘Wow, what a feeling!’
He filled me all the way up, just how I wanted him to. I held on his shoulders as I rocked back and forth. Then he guided my hips in movement as I slowly began to bounce.
“You look so hot right now, god you feel so good. Kiss me, baby!” He said weakly, his dark hair plastered to his forehead. I pulled him by the face and brought his lips on mine. He licked inside, exploring my cavern once again like how I explored his. The sounds of wet kissing and slapping filled room, along with our moans and grunts, we were ready. Grayson savagely attacked my neck and collarbones with kisses and hickies, hickies I would surely have to cover up.
“Ohhh, I’m almost there!!” I mewled as he continued to attack my collarbones. He hadn’t moved but moved his hand in-between us and rubbed my clit in circles.
“Mmm…” he moaned in my neck, biting it slightly. I could feel heat pooling in my lower abdomen. I started bouncing harder, getting him to hit the spot inside.
“I’m going to-ohhhh! GRAY-MMPHH” He kissed me hard, fueling the fire further.
“Scream my name, babe. Scream it!” he rasped. Hot flashed was going through my body, body feeling fuzzy and tingly.
“GRAYSON!!! AHHHH!!” I screamed loudly. I felt him follow not to long after. Feeling him shoot thick ropes of his seed inside as he lowly grunted. Exhausted, we feel back into the bed, feeling the post-sex bliss.
“Holy Shit!” I heaved. He chuckled, pulling me into his chest, muttering a quiet “I know.” I snuggled into him, inhaling his scent. Sweat, a tinge of soap, and himself. It made me smile. He pecked my temple softly as I drew patterns on his body.
“What are doing?” he asked, giggles as I traced.
“Nothing,” I answered cutely. I let go and looked up at him. He pecked the tip of my nose softly before he did the same.
“That was amazing.” I uttered, mostly to myself. It really was, it felt like we had done this before. “It was.” He agreed. It couldn’t have been more perfect.
“We should probably get going though, people might wonder where we ran off to…” although I could see he didn’t want to.
“Alright,” I just had one question, where did this leave us. Was this some hookup or did he actually want something. I had to know.
“Hey, Grayson? I just wanted to ask where this leaves us, you know…” I trailed off at the end. I saw him freeze a little as he went to get his shirt.
“(Y/N), you know I have a reputation to withhold. I can’t just drop it now. Especially because of a party. My head dropped and I nodded glumly. I knew it was too good to be true.
“Listen, tonight was amazing. Sweetheart, please understand that. But I will tell you this, I have never ever felt like this in all my time since we started high school. I wanted you for the longest time, but you are some much better than a guy like me, a lot better. I’m a no good loser who just passes by along every day, you don’t need me to hold you back.” He cupped my cheeks, I willed myself not to cry, though I felt a tear slide down my cheek,
“Don’t cry please, that last thing I want to do is make you cry. Shit.” He muttered the last to himself.
“I-I really l-like you,” I said. He quickly looked up at me as if he hadn’t heard what I said. He heard loud and clear.
“Baby, don’t do this. I can’t just say I’m taken. It’s so obvious.” He tried to reason. I knew he was right.
“I’ll wait for you,” I stared deeply into his as how he stared into mine. He gave a small smile.
“Perhaps, one day. But right now, it’ll be way too complicated.”
“I g-guess.” I sighed looking down. He nudged my chin up to make me look at him.
“Hey, it’s not the end. You know, if you’re always looking, you know where to find me.
“You have something those girls/guys never had. A heart. You see people differently, you see the good in them. I could try and not be too much of an asshole, but that’s about it,” He made a face. I chuckled at that, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. I was determined to wait no matter how long it would be.
“Hey…” He began. He cupped my face softly in his hands and kissed me long and passionate, relishing the feelings into this one kiss. He pulled back and smiled a toothy smile, I mirrored it.
“You know, the assembly is next Tuesday, wanna skip and you know, fool around a little?” he threw a cheesy wink a little. I had to laugh at his childishness sometimes.
“You’ve got yourself a date,” I replied, he pecked me one last time and waited for me as I got my costume back on.
As we walked out, I saw (Y/F/N) and caught her eye. She looked between Grayson and I, her eyes grew the size of saucers.
“Tell me!” she mouthed. I laughed a little.
“Later” I mouthed back.
From then on, Grayson and I had a different relationship, sure he still did stuff here and there, but besides that. We had something that no one could or would understand. A Connection. Everyone was too quick to judge just because he was a player, but I knew he was more than that. He was willing to work it with someone. On the day he is finally ready to take that step, I would gladly welcome him with open arms.
#grayson dolan#grayson dolan blurb#grayson smut#dolan twins#smut with a bit of angst and fluff#grayson dolan imagines#grayson x you#grayson x reader
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Does anyone know your bank pin number other than you? Who?
My mom does.
Have you ever had a boyfriend/girlfriend who was depressed?
Yeah.
Would you be able to climb out your bedroom window to sneak out?
No. That would be very difficult for me to do no matter what, but to add to that my dresser and TV are in front of my window.
What would you do if you found out the last person you called was pregnant/got someone pregnant?
My mom can’t get or get someone else pregnant.
Can you taste the difference between brand name food and store brand food?
With certain foods, yes.
Would you be embarrassed to buy pads/tampons/condoms? Which one more?
I don’t have to buy any of those things, but I just know I would. I’m weird about that kind of stuff for some reason.
If a stranger went in your bedroom, would they be able to tell what gender you are from just looking at it?
I’m sure they’d guess I was a female.
Are your parents gullible?
No, I wouldn’t say that.
Do you still own a VCR?
Nope. We still have our Disney VHS tapes, though.
About how much money have you spent on food in the past two weeks?
The only thing I bought recently was Wingstop, which was only like $12 bucks.
If you were in a car accident would the last person you kissed care?
He’s not heartless, but I mean he wouldn’t rush to the hospital or anything. I doubt he’d even reach out. He probably wouldn’t even know, honestly. We haven’t talked in years.
If you were looking for a new pair of shoes where would you go?
I’d go to Adidas.com
How much was the last pair of shoes you bought?
I actually haven’t bought a pair of shoes myself in several years. My parents have gotten my shoes for birthdays and Christmases. Sometimes just cause. My dad is a total shoe guy himself and gets excited about buying them for my brother and I, too.
What color is the computer/laptop you’re on? Did you buy it yourself?
It’s gray and I have a rose gold case on it. No, my dad bought it for me a few years ago.
Do you have a second home?
No.
Would you be surprised if you saw the last person you texted smoking?
That would come as a total shock. My can’t stand even being near someone smoking, so yeah. I’d be very concerned if she just picked up smoking all of a sudden.
Does the smell of cigarettes, weed and beer repulse you?
The smell of cigarettes does. It actually really messes with me. I get a bad headache, feel lightheaded, and my heart rate goes up.
Was the last person you kissed younger or older than you?
A year younger.
Do you think people have any misconceptions about you?
Probably.
Have you ever purchased Girl Scout cookies?
Yeah, many, many times. I was also a Girl Scout myself.
Do you like waffles?
Yes.
Do you watch birthing videos on a day-to-day basis?
I never watch birthing videos. Ew.
Do you find piercings/tattoos attractive?
I don’t mind a few, but they’re not really my thijng.
Would you talk to someone you don’t know on the internet?
I’ve talked to many people online. I’ve had an internet presence since like 1999.
How often do you drink Monster?
I haven’t had a Monster in like 10 years. The only energy drink I drink are Starbucks Doubleshots. I’m obsessed with the white chocolate one.
Have you ever made totally pointless videos with your friends?
Yeah, a few. One of my friends and I actually had a YouTube channel lmao. We only uploaded a few videos, though. One of which was our reaction to 2 Girls 1 Cup lmao. Those videos will never see the light day again.
Do you like to buy those Warped Tour compilations?
I’ve never bought one.
Do you like sitting on the inside or outside of a restaurant booth?
I don’t like booths, but whenever I sit at one I just stay in my chair.
Do you own a nightgown?
Nope.
Have you ever made a house out of a giant cardboard box?
I don’t think so.
Have you ever made a tent out of sheets in your bedroom?
Yeah. My cousins and I made forts all the time when we were kids.
Do your grandparents know how to operate a cell phone?
Yeah, they each have one.
Have you ever had sex or something like it?
“or something like it” lol that sounds weird. Anyway, no.
Have you ever read a George Orwell book?
Nope.
Have you ever worn fishnets?
Yeah.
How many piercings and tattoos do you have?
Just my earlobes. No tattoos.
Is someone in your family affected by Asperger’s?
Not in my immediate family. I’m not sure about my extended.
In a hotel do you always nose through all the drawers and cupboards?
Nah.
Would you rather go out to eat or be eaten out?
Uh, wow.
Do you always wear your seat belt?
Always. Ya’ll better wear yours, too.
Have you ever liked someone much older than you?
Just celebrities.
Have you ever been in a play?
Actually, I was in one in like the 3rd grade.
Do you have any secrets that nobody knows about?
Yeah.
Is there ice cream in your freezer?
I think so.
Have you ever started to laugh but played it off as a cough successfully?
Haha yeah.
Have you ever liked the lyrics of a band but hated the music?
Yes.
Does your bathroom have a window?
Nope.
Do you go somewhere to get your eyebrows done?
Nope. I only went to get my eyebrows done once, and that was when I was like 13.
When you were younger did you read the A Series Of Unfortunate Events books?
Yes.
Who was the last band you saw live?
Green Day.
Do you believe prayer really works?
I absolutely do. That doesn’t mean it’ll happen right away or when you want it, how you want it, or even at all. But it definitely could. It might be awhile or it might happen in a way you didn’t expect.
Are you a fan of the band Gym Class Heroes?
I liked a couple of their songs.
Frosted flakes or frosted mini wheats?
Both are good, but Frosted Flakes are better. They’re dare I say, grrrrrrreat.
Have you been on a date in the park?
Nope.
Ever dated someone you were best friends with first?
Yeah, that’s how it happened both times.
Are there any diseases/health problems that run in your family?
Yes.
Do you have asthma?
No.
Are tongue piercings slutty?
No. It’s a piercing.
Is there anybody you think is hot over the age of 40?
Alexander Skarsgard.
Last person to take off your pants, besides you?
Just me.
Do you remember those cool highlighters that smelled like popcorn?
No? I recall scented markers, but not a popcorn smelling highlighter.
Might you enjoy hanging out in the woods for day or two?
No.
Have you ever written something on a bathroom stall?
Nope.
Least favorite alcoholic drink?
All of them. I don’t drink.
Have you ever kissed someone named Paul or Luke?
Nope.
How did you meet the last male you texted?
He’s my dad.
Have you ever had an embarrassing email address?
Nah. I like the old email addresses I had from childhood and teen years. Especially the ones during my emo days, ha. Lots of X’s.
Do you put shampoo in your left or right hand?
Right.
Do you have a bull ring through your nose?
No.
Do you and your dad get along?
Yeah. We’re not as close as my mom and I, but it’s not that we don’t get along. It’s just different.
Can you see your purse right now?
Yeah.
Are you wearing any perfume? What kind?
No.
Are there products in your hair?
No.
When you get colds, do you use nasal spray to help get your nose unstuffy?
I have, but nah not usually.
Do you actually like sneezing?
Uh, no. I like when it happens so the feeling of having to sneeze goes away, but not the actual sneezing itself.
Have you taken a shower yet today?
Not yet.
Do you have one best friend who is always there for you?
I have my family.
Do you wear skirts a lot?
No. I haven’t worn a skirt in years.
Do you wear sweatpants a lot?
No, but I live in leggings.
How many pairs of jeans do you think you have?
I think I have 3 or 4 now. I got rid of a few pairs recently. I haven’t worn jeans in like 3 years, so.
Do you like hoodies?
I love hoodies.
Big ones or the form fitting kind?
I like oversized ones.
Do you wear polo shirts a lot?
I don’t wear polo shirts ever.
Did you ever actually have a rubber duck?
Yes.
Are you one of those people who claim to live with no regrets?
Ha, nopeee. I have a lot of regrets.
Do you love your computer?
Yes.
Do you drink coffee?
Coffee courses through my veins.
Do you basically like all of your clothes?
Yes, that’s why I have them. I recently went through my clothes and got rid of a lot of stuff that I just wasn’t wearing anymore. I still liked them, but I wasn’t wearing them and they were just taking up room. I was finally able to get the mountain of clothes I was storing on my bed for a long time into my dresser.
Do you shop mostly with your parents, your friends, or by yourself?
I do my shopping online. I used to go grocery shopping with my mom before the quarantine/lockdown, but we’ve been doing that online as well now and she just goes to pick it up.
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Hey Lia! For your meta writing ask, #1 cus I'm curious to know what ideas, aus, concepts, etc you've got in the works and #17 cus I'm curious about you as a person and how your writing is associated with you 💕
1. tell us about your current project(s) – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?
17. do you think readers perceive your work - or you - differently to you? what do you think would surprise your readers about your writing or your motivations?
hello, love! these are both so good, thank you for sending them in, i super appreciate it! 💕💕
i’m currently working on hobi’s bday fic, aka hobific 2k21 because i have a tendency to write exactly one (1) hobific a year 😅 , and aka absolution. this year will bring to life secret agent!hobi, and actually takes place in the same universe as crosshairs (jk) and budapest (yoongles). i think it’s going to end up a little bit darker than what i originally intended, but hobi’s glowing personality should be enough to offset any angst, hopefully! i absolutely adore this hoseok - he’s sweet and present while also being very perceptive and clever, and the fact that he’s literally a secret agent and can throw down if need be is. very hot, lmao. 😂 unfortunately, i’m only about 4k in and i don’t think i’ll be done in time for hobi’s bday. i’m still aiming for it, but uhhhh, i’m projecting a final wc of 14-15k and the chances of me reaching that and also being happy with it by the 18th are slim. 🤷🏻♀️
my other project is clandestine 05, which i’m about 3k into! i haven’t been working on it too much lately because i’ve been distracted by hobific 2k21, lmao. there’s nothing else i really want to say about this one - it’s just jk being his slutty self and me being self-indulgent, as per usual. i’m hoping to have that done by march!
as for some other, far off projects, well, i’ve got a sherlock holmes!au ft. tae in the works, as well as incubus!jk and another fic set in my shadowfolk aka werewolf/vampire/fairy/witch universe. but that’s waaaaaay in the future. i’m excited, but also tired just thinking about it, LOL.
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i have no doubt that readers perceive my work differently than i do, and i think (and hope) that readers perceive my work in a much more positive light than i do myself. logically, i know that they probably do, but my dumb lil pea sized anxiety brain is constantly thinking about that one sentence that could be reworked to make it sound less awkward or that one scene that just feels too rushed and wow i hate it! i’m too close to the problem, y’know? i have a hard time removing myself from the equation and looking at things from an outside perspective, haha.
i also have no idea how others perceive me online, LOL. if you were to ask my irl friends what kind of person i am, i think they would all say that i’m very snarky and probably a little too morbid for my own good, lmao. but also? a little bit of a baby? LMAO. the snarky parts of my personality shine through a little more in my side characters, but my main characters and plotlines lean more sappy and romantic. there’s a certain freedom in online anonymity that allows me to be my sentimental inner self, and i channel all of that into my writing. at the end of the day, i just want my readers to leave my blog feeling warm and loved.
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ANYWAY WOW!!! i feel like i just rambled a lot and i hope i actually answered the questions! thank you again for sending these in, babe, i’m sending you hugs right back! 💕
meta writer asks!
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